Poor Dad! He had a headache. "I feel terrible!" he said.
I lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling. Dad called, "Where are you going?" "Nowhere." "What are you doing?" "Nothing." "Why don't you go and play with your friends?" "I haven't got any friends."
The first time I took Dad to playschool, he was shy. "Don't worry, Dad," I said. "You hold my hand. You'll be all right." I took Dad to the swings. He didn't want to have a swing. I showed him what to do, but he was too shy.
"I'm sick of my boring old bed," said Jim. "I want a new place to sleep." "You can sleep anywhere," said Dad. "Anywhere?" said Jim. "Anywhere you like," said Dad. Jim thought it would be fun to sleep in a drawer. He put in his pillow and blanket. The only problem was, the drawer was too small.